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Day 27 #WritingMyselfWhole: Let Love Carry Us

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Guide our steps

that we may learn 

how to love

and love deeply ~

Poet Krissy Mosley

Day24 #WritingMyselfWhole: If Nothing Else I’m Still Here

I almost didn’t write today. I almost allowed my distractions to get the best of me. I almost felt like giving up was the answer. However giving up is never the answer.  So I came back to the page. I came back to the place of hope. I came back to try again. I came back to say, I’m still here. I’m still writing. I’m still trying.

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In the words of Toni Morrison “Freeing yourself was one thing claiming ownership of the freed self was another.” If nothing else I claim myself worthy of being free. I claim myself worthy to come again and again to the page.

Day18 #WritingMyselfWhole: Gospel of Rain Part 2

when rain speaks she has no shallow dexterity
she holds the bosom of skies in peaceful mothering’s
broken drops of purpose, going back before the days of moses,

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she smells familiar, like the beginning,
a leaping exodus, barring wide -stirrings

billows, openings and moaning’s to songs of mercy
ditty-breaks, of breathing rain,
heaving -heavy her chorus, of holy wonder,
dimensions and multitudes will look upon her…
she is poet, and prophet,
falling with the sunrise, and rising with the
night sky.

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022

#Write Myself Whole Day3: Survival of A Psalmist

From time to time, the person I no longer -am has come to say goodbye. And it’s okay. I want the old me to know. I see you. Bowed head, shrinking back. Third-degree burn on your right hand. I see you. Oh! How have we grown as the years have gone on. 

The scars I was carrying have no weight on who I am now. I won’t dismiss the facts. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs. And the trail of deaths runs deep.

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  I have come back to  take you by the hand, to lead you into a glorious departure. I’m better now, as are you. The little girl in me is cheering, every scar, every wounded hole, every dark night of the soul, We are the answered prayers of treacherous nights. We are  the songs of holy grail, that’s right!

 it’s’ time you know, 

I whispered you into that holy-goodnight, 

I smiled at you, at thought of your transmission,

 I played this verse in your remembrance,

a sway of nod, impermenament,   

There’s a new story to hum, 

off key needs a bit of tuning though, 

I have a good-good feeling, doe! 

in gitty-pockets like butterflies 

take the wings of the morning, 

I realize I am life’s unpretentious dance, 

an ocean-breath on a life-time of chance 

churning fragile into fragrant, woody resinous 

drink from my own homemade cistern, 

eternal resilient- taverns of waters, 

are always flowing, always leading 

me home.

Poetry Krissy Mosley 2022

Day#2 Writing Myself Whole: As I Let Go

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This time last year, I was dealing with so much loss. Life was slowly eating away at me. I told myself if I was to survive, I would need to make mental- changes. For me, that’s getting back to the basics. And dragging my kids along for the ride. Hoping they’d be better too.

 There’s still much work to be done. A few days ago, I was sitting in a meditative state. When  I heard a whisper  “there’s nothing eating you.” As I opened my eyes, I looked around, no one’s in the room. That’s when I knew the changes I’m making are bringing in this new way of being. As I let go of old habits, becoming more aware of unwanted cycles. Embracing what is, the things I can’t change. Releasing old ideas that no longer serve me. I give myself permission to relax, I give myself permission, that it’s okay to feel everything, and it’s okay to let everything be as it is.  As I now, let go. I give myself permission to let the light carry me.    

Some things are changing…

All of my past eczema, itchiness has cleared up. I’m not as restless as I used to be, my A -personality type can finally relax. Woo-sah!

Here’s My list of six things that’s working for me: 

* keeping an email journal by writing an email to me (no more excuses of not keeping a journal)

* pause before each next thing taking three to five breaths in the car, in the kitchen, etc.

* playing the old inspirational- spirituals brought my soul back from a dark place

* stay on a clean eating path – for me no sugar, no coffee, no junk,

* family time, and time for myself – that includes healing movements 

* And trading in my yelling for a few Woo-sah, throughout the day (parents’ you understand)

Taking in that first catch of rays on the rise.

 A  glimpse of gratitude of surprise, 

Yes it’s true! 

my eyes, behold such a splendor,

entire skies, kiss night away 

a drink of  drinks’ bluish -of holy taste.

A  bow to my head to honor this day,

lifting the moral burdens of those –

suffering, I pray. 

may it be so, a life so full, 

pouring out its’ own release

may it be so,

rolling- waves of miracles to those in need 

warm arms of comfort,

fields of love and safety  

surround us all 

may it be so,

may it be so,

Poet Krissy Mosley

Weeping Warriors: Day30 #NaPoWriMo

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My deepest desire, to sit inside 

a single teardrop, to know the deepest thing from tears

manna from heaven, to fall inside,

witness the chime and bell. A tall tale of woes,

 mewling, cooing, bursting little things

 have you ever cried over a box of chocolates 

have you ever put your best foot forward, 

have you ever had a silent scream,

ball up inside fetus position,   

returned -incarnations,- it be-

 rain from my own soul, nana’s scent, 

mascara running, leading a midnight of

stars, tangent pearls of rivers streaming

right in my own front yard. And just when you thought 

you were finished, an army of one, made you surrender, wave the 

white flag, shimmed you- upside down, say its’ name, 

I’m crying, and I’m proud.

Poet Krissy Mosley

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022